Feeling really tired today. Can hardly keep my eyes open. Frank had me stay up late last night because he realized I’d never seen Braveheart. And he says, “It’s a love story…” sure, with beheadings and blood everywhere. I stayed up for an hour, and then was out like a light.
We’re in the ‘wait and see’ phase of our adventure… Of course I’m feeling a little nauseous, tired, and crampy. I think my nose is working over time knowing that pregnant women have a very sensitive nose. I also read that pregnant women drool a lot more… Isn’t that gross?! And of course I caught myself on one occasion taking note of my mouth secretions.
I know it’s all in my head. There’s no way we could have gotten it right on the first try. At my age, we have a 25% change of conceiving each month… So despite my best efforts on timing, I figure we’ll hit the bull’s eye by the fourth month - September. I’ve been trying really hard not to get my hopes up. I keep talking myself out of this improbable possibility.
Not much going on this week – just keeping the garden alive through this heat wave… and waiting.